She is holding me tight
Our breath in plain sight
Her nose adorably red
From winters bite.
Our minds compromised
From the wrong drinks made right
The liquor warms our blood
As we push off the top
And slide into childhood
Her hold begins to tighten
As this becomes more exciting
We hit the bottom and take a tumble
This is the girl I love
With her in my life, I cannot act humble.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
She is holding me tight
Our breath in plain sight
Her nose adorably red
From winters bite.
Our minds compromised
From the wrong drinks made right
The liquor warms our blood
As we push off the top
And slide into childhood
Her hold begins to tighten
As this becomes more exciting
We hit the bottom and take a tumble
This is the girl I love
With her in my life, I cannot act humble.
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